Poem: ‘i.m. The West Pier (1866-2003)’
Hugo Williams, 23 September 2021
Piers are stepping-stonesout of this world, a line of poetryflung out to sea on a whim,a dazzle of sea lightsglimpsed between floorboards.
For 50p you can study eternitythrough a telescopeand never have to go there,only promenade to nowhere and backin an atmosphere of ice cream
We used to take the speedboat ridebetween the two piers,pulling the canvas up to our chinswhen the spray flew in our...